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CHAPTER 18 - Who am I?
"Ok, this is not normal... absolutely not normal..." Mavis Said puzzled. She then put on her nightgown and began to walk anxiously around the room, including the walls and ceiling, as she did every time she was nervous, talking to herself in a high voice.
"Mavis, calm down, calm down, calm down! It's all right, Dad also said it is normal to have red eyes if we vampires drink human blood, but then they pass... for the rest... what is the problem if you have a reflection in mirrors or are immune to sunlight? Better, no?"
Suddenly the girl began to feel the taste of her own blood and her teeth hurt, so she put a hand into her mouth to check. She touched a canine that broke away from the gum as if it was a baby tooth. Mavis fell down on the floor like a dead weight filled with worry. The pain in her mouth would not stop, so she got up and ran to the bathroom in front of the sink, where she spat out all of her teeth one by one.
The girl looked in the mirror, into her mouth where her teeth were already growing back; they were all pointed and sharpened. They looked like those of uncle Wayne.
"Well... new teeth... it's not too a bad thing...I just hope I do not cut Jonny's tongue with these, ah ah ah" Giggled the vampiress.
But reassuring herself was not easy at all, so to think of anything else she left the bathroom and went to the window. The landscape she saw from her room had never been so colorful and full of life, in fact at night there were no flocks of birds flying and in the dark she saw everything in black and white. It was so beautiful that for a moment she forgot her problems.
In that moment of emotion, Mavis tugged a strand of hair behind one ear, but it returned forward as if there was nothing to hold it. Bewildered she put her hand to her ear, but she did not find it, so she turned and ran to the mirror above the dressing table.
The vampire widened her eyes and opened her mouth in surprise.
"Holy... rabies..." Mavis said in a faint voice.
On her head two pointed ears had sprouted, covered by soft black hair, like the ears of a bat.
"Ok, now it's just too much! Who are you?!" She yelled angrily at her own reflection.
CRACK
The glass cracked as if it had been hit by something, even if it was not being touched by anything.
The cracked mirror reflecting dozens of times the Mavis' red eyes who felt as if she were spied by herself; for a moment it seemed to her that even those reflections grinned pleased.
Taken by fear and anger she punched the mirror crumbling it. Then she looked at her hand, the cut that she had made was deep, but it healed instantly.
Mavis was frightened, in addition to her physical metamorphosis she had acquired powers that she could not control, so she ran out of the room in search of her father.
She did not know where Dracula was, but she could feel his energy coming from the subterranean infirmary, neither she nor her father had ever had this kind of power, but Mavis used it to her advantage.
The girl ran down and crossed the corridor of the infirmary until she stopped in front of Jonathan's room. She peered through the grating of the door and saw the boy lying on the bed; he was chained by his wrists, ankles and neck. On the floor under him a red circle with a pentagram, runes and other magical symbols had been drawn and by the smell that emanated it seemed to have been drawn with the blood of her father.
Jonathan was rough, he roared, screaming and struggling to free himself in all ways, his eyes were hungry and full of anger, he was a monster, nothing more...
Then from the shadows of the room appeared dr. Jekyll and a zombie who came to the boy.
"So, you have not calmed down yet?" the doctor said while extracting a knife from the pocket of his white coat which he stuck into the zombies arm and pulled it out soon after.
"Eeeeerh" Groaned the living dead not flinching at all; after all they did not feel pain.
The smell of corpse blood made Mavis' skin crawl, all vampires hate rotten blood and that of humans is the worst of all.
"Let's see now if you're good for a while." Jekyll continued thrusting the knife covered with blood in the stomach of the boy, who let out a hoarse cry and then fell unconscious on the bed.
Mavis was horrified, she knew the methods of dr. Jekyll were a bit Spartan, but she could not tolerate that Jonny was treated that way.
She slowly took two steps backwards, but bumped into someone who put his hands on her shoulders.
"My little-bat, why did you come down here? I told you it would not have been good to see Jonny in these conditions." Dracula said, feeling sorry for what his daughter had seen.
The girl turned around, and saw her father's face change from smiling to surprised and worried.
"M-Mavis... What happened to you?"
Mavis realized that what was happening to her was not normal, then taken by agitation she pushed back her father trying to escape.
Dracula turned into pure energy like a flash of blue and purple lightning, then he surpassed his daughter appearing in front of her with open arms to stop her, but as soon as he touched her, she turned into a dense black smoke that he could not hold and it flew away.
"Mavis, wait!" Dracula tried to shout, but only the echo of the corridor answered him, so he turned into a bat and flew to his daughter's room.
Knock, knock.
"Mavis, my darling, are you in the room?" No one answered, but he felt the crying girl who was sitting leaning against the door.
"Honey-claws, you should not be worried about Jonny, soon he'll be fine."
"Even after you stabbed him and tortured him with the crappy dead man's blood?" Mavis said through her tears, then continued:
"I know, Jekyll does it for our own good, but is there not any other way?"
Dracula was the first who disliked this whole situation. He leaned his back against the door and slid down on to the floor, now father and daughter were sitting back to back, only the wood of the door between them, but both felt as if there was nothing between them.
"My real concern is you, my little blood orange... I have seen your strange ears, your sharp teeth and your transformation into a black smoke... what's happen-Aaaargh! It burns!"
A ray of light came from under the door burning the hands of Dracula, who stood up quickly blowing on smoking burns.
"Mavy! Are you crazy? You have left the bedroom window open! The Sun could kill you!"
Dracula screamed anxiously, preparing to break down the door, even at the cost of burning himself, to save his daughter from the Sun
"No, it can't..." The girl's answer was concise and full of sadness, the fear of what was happening to her turned what at first seemed an advantage to a new concern.
"What do you mean?" Asked Dracula confused.
Mavis did not answer, but simply caresses the floor in front of the door with the tips of her fingers; the strips of shadows which cut the light under the door were projected on the floor of the corridor like dancing ribbons.
"Dad... Who am I?" Her voice was shaky.
"I do not know, honey, b-but if you let me in I promise I will solve everything, as we always have."
"SIR!" An armor guard stood at attention next to Dracula.
"Not now. Do you not see I'm in a delicate situation?" The vampire replied annoyed.
"But, sir, it's an emergency!" Insisted the guard.
"I said I do not care!" He growled.
The armor took a few steps back, then stood in a defensive position and fearfully continued:
"We found him."
"What?!" Dracula jumped.
The guard had gotten the attention of the vampire, so he continued to speak.
"He was spotted near the cemetery."
"At the cemetery? But he's almost arrived at the hotel! How was he not be seen by anyone?"
"Oh, he was seen, but the zombies are too stupid to raise the alarm and ghosts can't go away from the forest they infest..."
Dracula slapped his palm on his face dejected.
"Who is the incompetent nincompoop who has created a security system like that?" He said in a tone of resignation.
"But, sir, it was designed by you." The armor pointed out.
"Shut up, my surveillance system is perfect, it's you who are brainless!" The vampire yelled even more angry.
"It is obvious we have no brain, we armors are empty, ghosts are only spirits and zombies have eaten each other's long ago!" Said the guard.
The vampire was silent, he was tired of bickering with the know-it-all guard, so he touched the helmet with his forefinger and suddenly the armor fell to pieces on the floor, as if there had not been any spirit to support it.
"I get it; I'll take care of it alone."
Then he turned to the door of his daughter's room:
"Mavis, my little-spider, I have to do something important, I promise I'll be back soon."
Then he picked up the helmet by the plume and it arose from the ground, the other pieces scattered on the floor began to move and then remounted all in place, finally he left it, saying:
"Make sure my daughter doesn't get out of here."
Then Dracula deliberately cut the palm of his hand with the lance of the guard.
"Mavis, I do this for your own good." That said, he put his hand bleeding at the door starting to mutter words in an incomprehensible language. The blood came from the wound and began to flow upward along the door, then on the roof inside the room drawing a circle with various magical symbols, similar to the one under Jonathan's bed.
"I will carry out what I should have done a long time ago." Dracula muttered, then with a shot of mantle he disappeared into thin air.
I'm sorry if I was not able to post the chapter before the end of last week, but these days I've been a little busy. However, from now I should resume the regular publication as usual.
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